Chapter 1- The Crime
I was crouched down like a Growlithe ready to pounce on its prey. I licked my chapped lips and gripped the ground steadily. Professor Elm was getting ready to leave his lab for his midnight stroll. I had prepared for days to be in this position (this hour of glory) that was right before my eyes. I flinched for a moment when I felt something oozing on my leg. I peered down to find a Weedle crawling up my brown-laced boot. I froze at this unanticipated situation. Irina calm down! Think carefully! Should I kick it? Wait, no! It'll string me! I cannot let this big chance be ruined by a Bug Pokemon! I ignored the Weedle and returned my gaze to Professor Elm's movements through the window attached to the top of the backdoor.
Impatiently, I began toying with my hair by fixing up the top pigtails and smoothing out the leftover straight hair I had purposely left out. A smile fell to my lips as I knew everything was falling into my hands perfectly. The Houndours that were guarding the door were fast asleep, the bushes were grown full enough to hide the whole length of my body, and Professor Elm had made the crucial mistake of leaving the back door unlocked. This was my hour in heaven and the only thing that seemed to be ruining it was this Weedle crawling up my arm.
Professor Elm yawned as he turned the key to lock the front door. After hearing a decisive click, he walked off casually with his hands in his lab coat pockets. I counted the seconds backwards as if a bomb might explode at any moment. Five. I stood up carefully, making sure not to make any sudden sounds that might wake the Houndours and cause Weedle to sting me. Four. I inched closer then carefully jumped over the back fence making sure to fix my violet, black, and white striped plaid skirt and my violet button up short sleeve shirt. Three. I walked carefully towards the back door feeling triumph with each leisurely step I took as the Houndours began to snore. Two. I turned the knob on the backdoor carefully and left the door open as I walked inside. One. I froze in my tracks.
A boy was sleeping on the couch peacefully. I criticized myself harshly for missing this important detail. The boy was sleeping right beside the starter pokemon containment machine which meant a doubly negative situation in my head. I glared at every aspect of the mystery boy from his spiky brown hair to his pale skin and his peaceful expression as I stood there in agony. How am I going to open the machine without waking him? Who is he and how had I not noticed him enter the lab?
Suddenly the machine activated on its own, revealing three poke balls resting in their own sockets. I felt my heart race as I spotted that same irritating Weedle crawling around all the buttons on the machine. The boy instantly awoke due to the racket and began yelling in frustration. Without even pausing to think, I grabbed Weedle in one arm and a poke ball from the machine with my free hand. I immediately took off running out the backdoor. The boy was shouting commands for me to stop as he took off after me. Weedle squirmed in my arms as I gripped its tiny body tighter as I increased my running pace. I felt a little relief as I ran into the woods. I could lose that irritating brat here. My thoughts turned fearfully horrified as I heard the boy yell out for his pokemon.
"Gengar! Help me catch that thief!" I heard the boy order with a familiar sound of a pokemon being summoned.
"He has pokemon!" I spoke to myself out of horror, hardly believing the words.
I quickly paused my movements and hid behind an evergreen tree. I took Weedle and the stolen poke ball and stuffed them both inside my Pikachu bag.
"Please, Weedle don't make a sound," I whispered to it.
As if understanding my situation, Weedle looked up at me wide-eyed with worry. A state of fear came over me when I peeked to find Gengar and the boy getting closer to my location. I spied to find the boy call out another pokemon.
"Pidgeot! Tell Professor Elm there was a break-in at the lab! Tell him Gary sent you!" he commanded.
The beautiful bird pokemon soared out its wings and took flight. It was then I realized that I could not stay hidden for long. Gary, or whoever he was, was obviously an experienced Pokemon Trainer and I, who had no pokemon whatsoever, had no chance of beating him. I unzipped my bag and began to speak to Weedle.
"Weedle, I need you to do me a favor," I spoke in a hushed voice. "I need you to watch over my bag for me. I'll come back and get you guys."
Weedle began shaking its head in protest, but it was already too late. Gengar appeared right beside me and I could feel my heartbeat raging throughout my body. I took off running as I discreetly threw my bag into the bushes. With one quick deep breath, I dived into the raging river waters. My whole body shivered from the impact and its cold temperature. I was racing to swim up to the surface before my body gave out and I drowned. The currents were too strong; the raging waters kept knocking my body around like it was a bowling ball aiming to hit invisible pins. Being only eleven years old, I was no match for these rough currents. Within a few minutes of being in these waters, I fell out cold and all I could remember was pitch blackness.
Small Tidbits for the Whole Acid Story
Made by: RGW
Editor: DarkPsychoRaven
Source: Bulbapedia, Pokemon Episodes, Pokemon HeartGold
